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bellarkeselection · 4 months

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It’s About Time

Request from Wattpad mackleann Kayce or Lee ( you pick ) where the reader is a family friend who comes to help with the cattle branding. The pair confese their feelings and get teased by the bunkhouse gang

Driving my truck underneath the Yellowstone Dutton ranch sign I pulled the vehicle to a stop just beside the main house porch. I opened the door seeing that the area of the ranch was already set up for the branding the next morning. Getting out of the truck I shut the door seeing somebody riding up in the distance. “Well I didn’t expect to see you here this weekend.”

Whipping my head around a huge grin masked my face seeing Kayce coming up to me on his horse. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

“Maybe because I thought you’d be busy. But I am awfully excited to see you.” He began dismounting his black horse comic over to me with wide open arms.

Rushing towards him I laughed, throwing my arms and legs around his waist. “You better be excited to see me, Dutton.”

“Hey I said that I was you crazy rascal.” He chuckled at me while I was hanging off his arms. Kayce was struggling to keep me from falling on the ground.

I had been a close friend of the family for years. I had been there for the family when Evelyn died and when Kayce had gone off to serve the Navy. I had somewhat of a relationship with each of the Dutton members, but Kayce and I were closer. He finally sits me down on my feet getting my boots dirty. “You better be nice to me. You know I can kick your ass.”

“Oh yeah. Which one of us has training?” He teased me, tipping his hat slightly to me.

Putting my hands on my hips. “It doesn't matter. I know how to throw a punch pretty good.”

Kayce stared down at me since he was slightly taller than me. Honestly most people would say we were always attached to the other hip. And it wasn’t a lie. I’d basically lived my entire life on this ranch.

Kayce went over to his horse leading him to the barn by the reins. “Does my dad know you’re coming here this weekend to help with the branding?”

“I’d expect so. Why did you have plans to skip?” I asked him to follow him to the barn.

He shook his head. “Nah. But your company will sure make it better.”

Together we left the barn and went straight for the main house. He held open the door for me, hanging his black hat on the wall while doing so. Walking through the living room there was a fire going and I could see someone sitting on the couch. “What made you stay out late? Daddy told Gater to wait.”

“Well it wasn’t because he wasn’t hungry. He just had someone keeping him occupied.” Leaning over the back of the couch hair in my face I whispered in his sister’s ear.

She sat her glass down, turning around to me. “Did you finally take her out there in the barn?”

“Beth!” I scolded her, feeling my face beginning to turn red.

Her younger brother cleared his throat. “We aren’t dating and you know that.”

“Rip and I may have beat around the bush when we were kids. But he knows he’s mine. Everybody on this ranch knows who is with who. You two ain’t any different.” She crossed her arms on the back of the couch.

Tapping my foot on the wooden floor I tried to remain calm about this. I didn’t need it to be painfully obvious that I had feelings for him. I didn’t want to ruin the relationship we have if he doesn’t feel the same way. But Beth had a different mind than everyone else. She knew what words could sink someone into the ground. “I’ll think you’re wrong. Now did you say Gator had dinner?”

“Walking away just means we will have this conversation later, Y/n.” She called as I walked into the dining room.

Pausing in my tracks I holler back to her. “No it doesn’t, Bethany!”

Kayce eyed his sister but had nothing to say to her. He dropped his hands down at his sides. The young Dutton knew he felt something for the girl who walked around his family home like she was always meant to be there. Maybe because he’d seen her around his whole life. She had always been a Dutton in his eyes.

“Kayce, I’m going to have dinner in the bunkhouse. See if I can beat those boys at poker if you want to come with me.” I called from the kitchen, grabbing my jacket and a to-go bag of food that Gator made for me.

He turned his head in my direction. “Yeah sure I’ll come.”

“Don’t have too much fun you two.” Beth chuckled at the two of us watching us leave going to the bunkhouse.

By the time we had got to the bunkhouse we could hear them yelling and half the alcohol was almost gone from the fridge. Sliding in on the empty seat next to Ryan he smiled in my direction throwing his desk of card’s down. “Look who decided to join the party. The future mr and Mrs. Kayce Dutton.”

“Oh not you guys too.” I rolled my eyes not expecting them to be on it with Beth.

Colby fixes the deck, dealing me and Kayce each a hand to play in their new game. “We can’t help it if you make it so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” Jimmy asked from his bunk.

Teeter, who was fixing herself some dinner from Gator spoke up, removing the spoon from inside her mouth. “They clearly want each other just like I know my baby wants me.”

“I am not your baby.” Colby replied to her.

She smiled, turning back to her food. “Stop lying to yourself baby.”

“I didn’t think you had a thing for her, Kayce. I just thought you two were really close friends.” Jimmy entered the conversation.

I moved my gaze to the center of the wooden table not saying a word. Shifting the deck of cards in my hands I really wanted them to stop with the teasing. But Jimmy clearly couldn’t read the room correctly, bless his heart. “We are really close and that’s all.”

“But they are burning to be more.” Ryan made a kissing sound into my ear.

Kayce hit his fist on the table. “Will you stop talking about that!”

“Ohh he’s getting all embarrassed.” Jake, another ranch hand, joined in pointing his index finger at him.

Kayce hit the table again. “I swear the next person who teases us will see me fly over this table.”

Jake, Colby and Ryan about lost their shit at that statement all cheering like he had just admitted he had feelings for me when he really hadn’t. Raising my hands up I sighed finally saying something. “Can we just get back to the game?”

“She’s still avoiding the moment.” Jimmy spoke up.

Kayce raised himself up to his feet stomping over to Jimmy. He grabs him by his shirt getting in his face angrily. “That does it! What did I say a few seconds ago, Jimmy.”

“Woah, when did poker become violent?” Lloyd came out of the bathroom shortly after Walker did. Both confused at what was going on here.

Forcing myself up from my chair I stomped over to the fridge throwing it open. “Cause I apparently can’t get a beer around here with all these gossiping girls dressed as cowboys.” I mocked them for drinking almost half the bottle of beer I had taken from their stash.

“Well then let’s start this card game.” Walker sat down in my chair and thankfully there was no more conversation like that when Kayce let go of Jimmy. He left the bunkhouse leaving me with the boys and Teeter for the rest of the night which made me think maybe they had gotten underneath his skin over something.

The next morning was crazy for everyone even though we had everything set up. Coming out of one of the tents we had set up I halted in my tracks seeing the blonde that had hit a rock after an animal protest talking with him. Summer I remember her name to be. “I don’t think this place is right for you.”

“Oh don’t worry. Once I get out of here I will leave. Besides I can sense somebody doesn’t care much for me being in your company.” She turned her head slightly seeing that I was glaring at the pair.

Kayce turned his attention to her, quickly walking away from her side. “See you around, Summer…what’s got you so angry?”

“I’m not angry over anything.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

He tilted his head. “Really cause you won’t make eye contact when you’re angry. You also hug your arms to your chest when you’re angry. So what made you upset?”

“I think I should be asking you that more than you asking me after what happened last night. You bailed on me Kayce, why?” I questioned the young rancher trying to figure out why all day but nothing came to mind.

He blinked a few times with silent passing between us. “I didn’t like what they were saying about us.”

“It was just teasing right or do you have feelings for me?” I blurted it out letting my curiosity get the better of me when it came to what he thought.

Kayce stepped closer to me reaching up with his hands to cradle my face. “I didn’t like the teasing because I wanted to be the one to tell you myself. But now I say fuck it.”

“Kayce-“ He cut me off short, pressing his lips down onto mine and after that point everything suddenly stopped. Throwing my arms around his neck I brought him closer, deepening the kiss.

He moved one hand into my hair tugging on it a few times. I moaned into the kiss, finding this is better than I could have imagined. Like we were always supposed to be like this together. “I told you, boys.”

“Wait a second.” I broke the kiss recognizing Beth’s voice.

Kayce kept one hand on my wrist when I remained close to his chest seeing that Ryan and Colby were standing off to the side with her. “What the hell did you have them do?”

“We bet her ten bucks that the teasing last night wouldn’t work.” Ryan reached inside his jacket handing her some money.

She took it from his hand proudly walking past us to go find Rip. “They lost obviously. It’s about time you two finally saddled your horses together.” Kayce and I shared the same shocked look but shortly laughed with huge smiles on our faces at the well thought out plan she had achieved.

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whywishesarehorses · 8 months

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Learning the Ropes - A Green Hand

Ed Quigley tribute piece; when I sell this one, I’ll donate proceeds to the trail org he rode with.

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thesconesyard · 9 months

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Yeehaw! No apologies for this bit of a weird entry lol

When the Cactus Blooms

4. Hold Your Horses

“Keenser lad! Are ye coming to help?”

Montgomery Scott looked over to see the shorter man making his way towards him.

Keenser gave a nod. He never said much of anything to anyone.

“That’ll be good. Miss Christine and the good doctor headed to town. An extra set of hands is always helpful.”

In the east pasture, Jim, Spock, Sulu and Chekov had already gotten almost everything set up.

“Hey Keenser!” Jim called. “Wanna do the honors?” He gestured down at the logs they had gotten ready for the fire.

“Got everything?” Scotty asked, as Keenser bent down to get the fire started.

“Everything but them,” Jim grinned. He pointed down the pasture at the cattle grazing. “You and Spock want to start herding the ones we need this way?”

“Sure thing Jim,” Scotty said, swinging up into the saddle of one of the nearby horses.

“We will be back soon,” Spock said, mounting his own horse.

It was after lunch before Jim decided the fire was hot enough for the brands. Scotty helped Sulu bring the first animal over. Chekov was quick with the rope around the legs as they got it over and Jim and Spock were ready to help lay it down.

Scotty took Jim’s spot while the ranch owner moved over to the fire to get the branding iron. The calf beneath them was trying to squirm.

“Easy there,” Scotty said.

“Quiet,” Spock told animal.

Scotty looked over and raised an eyebrow. Spock had his hand on the calf’s head and was leaning low over its ear. He could see Spock’s mouth moving, but the other man was speaking too quietly to be heard.

“Get ready,” Jim said, walking back with the iron.

With everyone in position around the calf, holding it still, Jim touched the brand to its flank. The calf made a loud cry and squirmed, but suddenly the sound stopped and the animal stilled. Scotty looked up sharply in surprise.

Jim was concentrating on holding the brand just long enough, but Scotty met Sulu’s eyes, which were as surprised as his own. Together both men looked over at Spock, half expecting him to decree the animal had died of shock.

Instead, Spock was still leaning over the animal’s ear, whispering into it, hand still on its head.

“There we are,” Jim announced, lifting the brand from the calf’s flank.

Carefully Scotty and Sulu let go and moved back. Jim was watching Spock with a soft smile on his face. Chekov freed the rope. After another moment Spock released his hold on the animal. Instead of jumping to its feet and running off as Scotty expected, it got to its feet, nudged Spock once and trotted back to the rest of the herd.

Scotty looked back at Sulu, then over to Chekov and Keenser, before coming back to Jim and finally Spock.

“What… what was that?” he finally asked. He noticed Sulu and Chekov keenly nodding their heads in agreement with his question.

“I simply offered comfort,” Spock said.

“But-but how?” Sulu asked, still surprised. “I’ve never done a branding where the animal wasn’t crying out.”

“I explained what we were doing and why.” Spock seemed to give a small shrug of his shoulders.

“You can talk to the cattle?!” Chekov exclaimed.

“We can all talk to them, Mr. Chekov,” Spock said, brow beginning to rise.

Chekov colored.

“He thinks ye’re talking their language,” Scotty said with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s just his natural animal magnetism,” Jim grinned.

“Well, it’s going to make an easy day, that’s for sure,” Sulu said.

#yeehawgust #day 4 hold your horses #star trek #montgomery scott #Keenser #james t kirk #spock #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #cattle branding #yes I made spock the cattle whisperer #no regrets #when the cactus blooms

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robhammerphotography · 2 years

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Colors and textures of ranch life.

#chaps #horse #ranch life #cattle ranch #cattle branding #cowboy #cowboy photography #Nevada #America #at work #authentic

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zzazztrainer · 2 years

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Goretober 2022 #13 - Branded

#goretober #gore #digital painting #burn injury #cattle branding #raven sketches.png #i don't like hardly any of this but the smoke. i'm glad i did it anyway

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doodle-empress66 · 6 months

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This moment, This moment right here. One of the fucking top most emotional moments in Helluva Boss.

Alex Brightman. You fucking killed it.

I audibly gasped at this scene...my poor baby

#Also notice he's still got the circus mark Blitz #his parents #Barbie and the other IMP circus performers had. I'm starting to think they can't remove those. They brand 'em like cattle.#animation #vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #helluva boss fizzarolli

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admiraltx · 12 days

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#horses #cattle #branding

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pomegranatecraft · 2 years

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all of these sheep are full grown and yet she is huge in comparison

#adair.png #or the others are..... tiny? I need to compare them to my other sheep #the big one is named butterscotch and I LOVE her #she was one of my first gen bred sheep from the project going on in the pen next to this one #which I need to start seperating out bc I want several different herds of sheep but each herd is a different shade of brown #I have so many projects going on w genetical animals rn tho #my sheep #my cattle #in which I have a breeding goal for one herd of only brindles #and then the planned herd for Very Cool horns (generic brand longhorns? p much?)#and then I found black angus in a village so those are gonna be their own thing too #SO MUCH SO MUCH GOING ON #I'm really shooting blind w the sheep bc I don't know sheep genetics. I DO have a basic understanding of cattle genetics though so I'm #not fumbling w them as much. sheep? it's random what I get lmao #if you read all these tags thank u ily #genetic animals

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ccieatchildren · 3 months

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TW: Branding Iron

Whumpee squeezed her eyes shut, already regretting her decision as she felt the heat from the prod warm her skin. Maybe her hand wasn’t the best candidate for the guild mark. Sure, joining them was like a dream come true, and the idea of proudly marking her as a member seemed cool at first, but now, when actually faced with the burning hot iron centimeters from her hand, she felt less inclined. God, it’s going to hurt so much isn’t it. She couldn’t do this. Whumpee snatched her hand away from on the table, cradling it to her chest.

“It’s okay sweetie, I promise it only hurts for a minute.”

Whumpee cracked her eyes open to stare at the person, the beauty, in front of her, the one who held her fate. She smiled at her. “I was scared too when I first got my mark,” the woman pulled up the left side of her dress, showing off her thigh. There, marked in white, was the guild’s emblem. “It hurt, but we have a few nice healing wizards to help subdue some of the pain and make sure it heals correctly.”

She dropped her skirt back down before coaxing Whumpee to put her hand back on the table. “We’ve all gone through it, and no one regrets it, I promise it will be okay.”

Whumpee hesitated, looking into the woman’s eyes, only to find kindness and warmth. She was sure then that the woman wouldn’t do anything to willingly make her experience worse.

“… Okay… Thanks.”

She clapped her hands together and turned behind her to grab a tray filled with various different colored powders. “Now, what color would you like?”

The young mage stared at the plethora of shades in front of her, mulling over her choice while trying to ignore the way the temperature seemed to increase around her.

“Pink.”

“Good choice! It’ll look so pretty on your skin, I just know it!”

Whumpee nodded absentmindedly, the fear crawling up her throat once again despite the woman’s reassurances.

She watched as the barmaid cleaned and disinfected her skin, slathering a thick gel over the surface in preparation. Powder was dusted thoroughly onto the back of her right hand, the color reminding her of her favorite eraser. Whumpee let the reminder of her writing cloud her thoughts, focussing on what the plot of the next chapter of her novel would be rather than the imminent pain in front of her.

“Okay, ready!” She patted Whumpee’s shoulder, “It’ll be fine”

“Now, I’m going to stamp it in three… two… one-”

A short scream escaped her. All she could feel was searing hot pain on her hand, and her instincts tried to pull it away from whatever was hurting her, but another arm kept it in place. She could faintly smell the scent of her own burning skin, her body dry heaving in response.

It hurts so much, make it stop!

However, before she could start full-on sobbing, a warmth spread throughout her whole body, centering on her hand. The pain ebbed away, leaving only a numb tingly feeling in its wake. Her fear and agony replaced with bubbly elation.

The stamp was taken away from her skin, and the woman across from her brushed off the remaining pink powder, leaving only the, now prominent, pink guild mark.

“There! Now you’re an official member of the guild!”

The barmaid brushed off the few remaining tears on her cheeks, “see it was only for a few short moments. You’re feeling all better already!” She pushed a strawberry milkshake towards her, when she had the time to make it, Whumpee wasn’t sure. “Here, on the house, for being such a good sport and as a welcome to the guild!”

She looked down at the mark, a permanent reminder of her new family. One that would have her back always, one that wouldn’t abandon her this time. Whumpee couldn’t help the smile that spread on her face and her squeal.

“Thank you!”

#my writing #whump #whumpee #Fairytail #lucy heartfilia #mirajane strauss #guild mark #this was originally the whumptober 23 day 4 prompt but i kinda left it and finally finished it now #whoops #cattle prod #i am now realizing a cattle prod is not the same thing as a branding iron #what if the guild mark was made through actually burning the emblem into the member's skin

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officersnickers · 5 months

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"Farewell..."

#Snickers draws #others may think of November 13th the day the cattle children escape the Neverland (perhaps)#but I will always think about this day as Isabella's death day 🥲#I'm very normal about this character could you guess?#anyway lilies and callas - flowers meaning grieving. letting go. death #and since Isabella did love flowers... welp #it's not too bad. just something quick and simple #and yes I didn't include her number on purpose I promise!#she's free now. no more branding no more cattle #the promised neverland #tpn #ynn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn isabella #ynn isabella #yakusoku no neverland isabella #the promised neverland isabella

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scorchedhearth · 4 months

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he has never belonged to himself, only to others. watch as i make myself sick over this

#and its the way he just takes it! hes just a mutt. a dog of war. goes where he's pointed to and accept the scraps #he doesnt fight back any of the ownership imposed over him its all *takes head between hands and stares at the floor*#idk yet what happened between the prologues and golden age chapters #but the fact that even all those years later he doesnt see himself as fully human or autonomous #how hes literally branded like cattled destines for the slaughterhouse #he never belongs to himself hes always under someone elses thumb oh my god.#berserk #dog motif

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andisupreme · 6 months

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"Pro-Palestine" protests have become so synonymous with hatred and violence towards Jewish people of all sorts that I straight up instinctively do not trust anyone rallying for Palestine anymore. That is how bad it has gotten. This is how badly a legitimate cause has been co-opted by a bunch of violent antisemites and their messaging and radicalism. "Free Palestine" and Palestinian flags in bios have become tied to some of the worst, murderous, genocidal takes I have ever seen from people who call themselves supposed activists.

Going out on a limb here and giving SOME of these people the benefit of the doubt, let's say at least a few of these people actually care about Palestinians. (I don't believe they do, I think they're in it for the excuse to kick the shit out of some Jews, but let's entertain the hypothetical for a second.) Does ANYONE pulling this shit realize how much air they're sucking out of the room by making a rising tide of international crisis worse? Do they care that their actions are drawing eyes away from the Middle East because people everywhere are looking around horrified by how acceptable it has become to mug your local Jewish population and literally scream slurs in their faces?

Hell, a 69 year old Jewish man DIED after he was attacked at a Pro-Palestine protest.

This isn't activism. When I can't trust people who used to be mutuals anymore because in their trying to "spread awareness" (about a cause that should have been a worthy one) they're reblogging posts one or two steps removed from sources that are actively calling for the genocide of an entire people across the globe, we're in a really dark place. I don't know how to bring people back from it.

Edit: Link to the tweet above btw. So you can read the campus letter for yourself.

#israel/palestine #I'll mute this in a heartbeat do not test me #I'm done being nice and measured about it #When the internet at large has elicited a pavlovian response of fear and distrust of having the palestinian flag in bio #you're doing your activism fucking wrong #ACTIVISM IS NOT RE-ENACTING KRISTALLNACHT IT IS NOT SCREAMING SLURS IN PEOPLE'S FACES WHY ARE WE HERE #Terrorism is not Resistance I want to brand that on every one of these people with a cattle iron

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